Unbirth Stories Novels & Stories

His whole world had come to an instant world. Three weeks after Tasila’s death, Bernard had lost his job, home, and everything they had owned…all while his daughter watched on the side lines. Martha’s mind went back to the time when she and Bernard had their first talk about having a child. She finally understood why he had such strong reservations about starting a family…why he had watched over her like a hawk all through her pregnancy. When Alex was finally born, Ben had gone to the doctor and had a vasectomy done.

after getting up Ziva explained her mom, what were her uncles intention wishing that she will understand her trauma and the anxiety she was in also the way that man tried to touch her trying every means to fulfill his filthy desires for her was still making her shiver in fear "Dare you speak momma from your filthy mouth..this two only have that right" pointing towards her elder children her mother declared, "he was just admiring you and for that, we would have gotten a big investment for your brother's new business and your father's company... But an unwanted child like you won't ever understand others pain, it would have been better if I had killed you when you were born" Christine said wit

Tears we're already running down her cheeks. "What about her family?" Gerald ask. "She doesn't have one" she bit her lower lips trying to stop her tears. "Then we can just talk to the doctor to remove the baby then and.." "No, that's not happening. In as much as I'll want to do that, I'm very sure scarlet won't want to hurt her unborn child. Yes she may be heartless but not to her own family." Gerald felt wave of blissfulness washed through him. He couldn't contain his joy as realization hits him that his brother is about to start a family.

"Sheila? I thought she was a midwife?" "Hmm, that's just one of her job titles. Before she went back to school to become a midwife, she'd worked for years as s therapist. Apparently, she'd seen and heard too many horror stories involving kids, and she started to burn out. That's when she decided that she'd rather see the other side of childhood, the birth."

After that, my in-laws never dared to bother me again. Over time, the floating comments grew fewer and fewer before vanishing entirely. The baby inside my womb stopped speaking as well. Occasionally, I would feel a gentle kick, as if the baby were quietly reminding me: “Mommy, I'm here. Everything is going to be okay.” Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months. I changed my phone number and moved to another city. One day, while sorting through old belongings, I came across my old phone. I plugged it in and turned it on.

At that moment, Caleb suddenly spoke anxiously, 'Mommy, here's your chance! 'What?' 'I just hacked into Dadd'y computer. I found the bombshell!' 'What is it?' 'A medical report. It's about Kayla.' Caleb sounded excited. 'She has congenital heart disease. She can't have children at all. Not only that, but she also only has about one year left.' My eyes went wide. 'So Sean knew all along?' 'Yes. He doesn't love Kayla. He pities her. He's just fulfilling her final wish.'

Extra Story: Our Superhero Mommy I woke up in a warm darkness. No, perhaps I had been awake all along. In my world, there was no light, only the sound of Mommy's heartbeat – thump-thump, thump-thump – like a song that would never end. There's another one just like me, let's call him Brother. We floated together, sharing all the nutrients and emotions that came from Mommy. At first, Mommy's emotions were peaceful, as gentle as the amniotic fluid around us.

I'm so happy! I bathed under the sun on the balcony. I asked curiously, "My son, are you reborn?" [Yes, I am. When you found out you had me, you went and searched for my dad in the past.] [Even though you were accepted into the family, you had a very rough life. My dad was displeased with you. After you had given birth, he had not once cared for you. Other people didn't know of your existence even though you were part of the rich family.]

“Someone discreet. Someone who understands hospital systems.” There is a pause as he listened to the voice on the other end. “Yes. Domestic abuse cases. Private wards. Unreported incidents.” Another pause. “No,” Ethan said softly. “I need it documented.” He ended the call and leaned back, exhaling slowly. He wasn’t angry anymore. He was focused. Somewhere in the city, a man believed he’d won by force. Ethan Reed would teach him what happened when violence met patience. And when money meets truth. And if there's one more game he has to play, which he hates so much... It's to meet up with an old time frenemy.